Ask your driver

You see a sash window made of tinted glass in front of you closed with a latch. Apparently, its serves as a separator of some sort so you decide to pull it up to be able to converse with the handsome coachman that was ferrying you towards the debauchery-infested dreamland you’ve craved for so long!

“Oh, why hello miss! Is something wrong?”

He turns around to face you. Since his mask has been removed, you're able to fully appreciate the sight of his dreamy storm-blue eyes. How they could **** such a beautiful pair to be covered was beyond you, but as you lean forward, scenarios race through your head.

Suddenly, before you can ask your question, you lose your balance as the carriage bucks over a stray tree root!